Obsessions

I feel like such a nut, there are certain things I obsess about all of the time:

1. My weight. I weigh less than I did pre-pregnancy (thank you breastfeeding), but I still have 39 pounds to lose to be back to my weight watchers goal weight and 11 to be back down to my highest before I started weight watchers five years ago. I'm trying to cut myself a break because I did have a baby, but it's hard.

2. My boobs. They are huge. And they sag and they're just not like they were. I love that they are feeding my baby so well, but they are huge and contribute to making me look fat in pictures.

3. When to have a second child. I saw my group of friends from high school this past weekend and some of them have kids pretty close together (one has babies 15 months apart - the first was fertility treatments, and the second one was a surprise). I always wanted my kids close together, but H is five months already. Things are so perfect right now, I don't know if we could do it with two kids, but to have them two years apart, we would have to start trying again in about a year. Ack. I know it's stupid, but I go around and around with this one.

4. H's head. She has a line down the center of her forehead. This is called a metopic ridge. The pediatric nurse said it's ok as long as she doesn't have any other facial or head abnormalities, but is it going to be there forever?

Those are just some of the things I spend my days worrying about. Well, those are the little things. I also worry about money/buying a house/new (used) car.

Life is pretty darned good right now and I just have to keep having faith that somehow it will work out and we will find a way to buy a house in this overpriced (and getting worse) market.